The commotion from the crowd below made the effeminate man even more delighted, and the disdain in his eyes as he looked at Liu Zixuan became even more intense.
Liu Zixuan squinted slightly, and the folding fan appeared in his hand again. With a gentle breeze, his hair fluttered, and he chuckled handsomely, "I'm really sorry, but I've never really understood what kind of power Piao Lingtou is. To me, no matter how strong the Desolate Country is, they're nothing more than sissies!"
The effeminate man's expression immediately turned somber: "I initially thought that if you knelt down and begged for mercy, I could spare you, but now I've decided. Even if you truly beg for mercy now, I will kill you today! You will pay a heavy price for what you just said!"
"Why waste so much breath, bring it on!" Liu Zixuan's eyes glinted coldly as he directly raised his fan, lunging towards the effeminate man.
